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A Thought That Refused to Leave
It started small—too small to justify the weight it carried.
An offhand comment.
A careless pause.
One sentence that kept echoing in Bethany’s mind as she sat at the dining table, her coffee untouched, growing cold.
A TV… for Sharra.
Her fingers tightened around the mug.
The Question She Couldn’t Swallow
Larry walked in, loosening his tie, completely unaware that something had already shifted.
Larry: “You’re quiet. Everything okay?”
Bethany forced a smile.
Bethany: “Just tired.”
He nodded, turning away.
She couldn’t let it go.
Bethany: “Larry.”
He paused.
Larry: “Yeah?”
Bethany stood slowly.
Bethany: “When were you planning to tell me?”
Larry frowned.
Larry: “Tell you what?”
That was the moment.
The Gift That Changed Everything
Bethany: “About the TV. The one you gifted Sharra.”
The room went still.
Larry’s shoulders stiffened—just enough.
Larry: “Who told you that?”
Bethany’s heart sank.
Bethany (quietly): “So it’s true.”
Larry exhaled, rubbing his forehead.
Larry: “Bethany, it wasn’t a big deal.”
She laughed sharply.
Bethany: “Not a big deal? You bought her a TV and didn’t think to tell your wife?”
Larry: “It was just a gift. She needed one.”
Bethany stepped back.
Bethany: “Since when do you give her gifts like that?”
Larry avoided her eyes.
Larry: “You’re making this bigger than it is.”
That hurt more than any confession.
When Trust Starts to Crack
Bethany: “No. I’m finally seeing it for what it is.”
She paced the room, pieces falling into place.
Bethany: “Do you know what this looks like to me?”
Larry: “I don’t care what it looks like. I know my intentions.”
She stopped in front of him.
Bethany: “And mine didn’t matter?”
He sighed.
Larry: “You’re overreacting.”
Something inside her snapped.
Bethany: “You crossed a boundary. Quietly.”
Larry met her gaze.
Larry: “You don’t trust me.”
Her voice trembled.
Bethany: “You gave me reasons not to.”
Silence pressed in.
Then—
Larry: “Is that why you started watching her?”
Bethany froze.
Bethany: “What?”
Larry: “Is that why you were spying on Sharra?”
The room tilted.
Bethany: “So you knew.”
Larry: “I suspected.”
Her chest tightened.
Bethany: “That TV made me question everything.”
Larry: “You chose to spy instead of talk.”
Bethany: “And you chose to hide instead of respect me.”
The Question With No Answer ⚠️
Bethany swallowed hard.
Bethany: “Was she worth it?”
Larry’s jaw tightened.
Larry: “That’s an unfair question.”
She nodded bitterly.
Bethany: “So was the gift.”
Larry grabbed his keys.
Larry: “I need air.”
Bethany: “Running won’t fix this.”
He paused at the door.
Larry: “Neither will accusations.”
The door closed.
Bethany stood alone, the silence screaming.
Her eyes drifted to the corner of the room—
to the dark, blank space where a TV could sit.
Her phone buzzed.
A message preview lit up the screen:
Unknown Contact: “Did he tell you about the TV… or should I?”
Bethany’s breath caught.
The TV wasn’t just a gift.
It was a warning.
And whatever came next…
had already started.
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